I am a dork and I have an unhealthy obsession with Diana Gabaldon’s Outlander. Here’s why:
I know I’m missing characters, but if I actually took the time to cast ALL the characters, I would really have no life. The man hours hunting down pictures for this collage is a badge of my nerdy ways. Plus, the other day at work, I was thinking about buying a pocket protector and no, I am NOT kidding. I thought about fashioning one out of a plastic pencil pouch and had to slap myself.
Outlander is my brand of Star Trek. If there was a convention, I would drape myself in head to toe tartan and be the first in line. Wait, I’ve already crashed the local Scottish Fair. I was the only Asian there. Nobody looked like Jamie. I was sad and wept tears of sad out of my slanty eyes. This sounds like a Haiku. The end.
UPDATE: In which I embiggen the images to save you eye strain.